Maitys' Musings

  Waiting with you, This childhood- A distant dream soon. Waiting for life  to happen inevitably, As it must. Waiting On the side roads Of innocence Till then.

  It was a usual working day. Our car bustled through the busy lane, honking now and then, its wipers sweeping away the incessant downpour on the windscreen, as best as they could. At the driver’s seat, my husband steered the car deftly through the traffic, while I attended to the buzzing cellphones. The car screeched to a halt suddenly. My husband swore and muttered under his breath. I looked up anticipating a small crash but there was a couple in front of us-a young couple under an umbrella, totally engrossed in their cocoon, wading through the ankle-deep water, oblivious of the world around them. My husband slid down the glass and screamed,” Want to die, uh? Why choose my car?” There was no retaliation from their end. The cocoon of twosomeness remained unbreakable. A yellow radhachura flower drenched in rain fell on our windscreen and stuck to it. Though frustrated, my husband looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. We stopped for a few minutes watching the couple disappea

  Chapter 2 ---continued from  Chapter 1(part 2) The moonflowers were stark white in the afternoon sun, as if burning in silent grief in the sickly-sweet autumn breeze. Auram had taken a moment to just stop and look at the magic flowers his Lucia had once planted; it was how the flowers glowed on moonless nights that made her love them. It was how they silently reminded him of her absence that made him hate them. He felt his collar stiffen around his neck. The ticking of the clock overtook the silence.   “Master?” Goistree called out from behind. The two hundred years old dwarf spoke in the deepest of all his voices, “I suppose the rumours flooding the royal passages have reached the master’s ears?” Auram didn't answer.   Goistree continued, “There’s a rumour about good old Abner-”   “-Going to the Other Side and bringing back the lost heiress.” Auram's stiff voice cut through Goistree's. With his dark eyebrows knitted together, he was looking through the foggy